#i just want the buckley parents to go fuck themselves

[loserdiaz]

i used to think you were gods but i've ran out of faith.

i'll plot the coordinates to somewhere you haven't stained and i'll be a better man that you ever were.

—better man by kalea jordan

#i just want the buckley parents to go fuck themselves #no redemption arc for them #also buck breaking that generational trauma with chris just like eddie is doing as well #love that for them #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buckley parents #anti buckley parents #christopher diaz #buck and christopher #911 edit #911 edits #evanbuckleyedit #my edits

[laundrybiscuits]

(soulmates AU: Part 1 | Part 2)

“You know,” says Jonathan. “Nancy’s parents are soulmates.”

Steve hadn’t known that, but he knows it’s supposed to run in families. Even though it’s also pretty normal for soulmarks to crop up for no reason anyone can tell, his own had been a big surprise, because everyone knows that John and Linda Harrington aren’t soulmates.

The night after his soulmark had appeared, he’d woken up around midnight. He couldn’t figure out what had woken him up for a while, but as he lay there in the dark, he could hear his dad’s voice coming up through the floors. His mom and dad must have been in the study, right below Steve’s bedroom, and his dad must’ve been pretty worked up by that point to be that loud. 

For god’s sake, John, Steve’s mom had hissed, quieter but still clear enough in the dead suburban night. He’s the spitting image of you. I don’t know what kind of proof you—

John and Linda Harrington aren’t soulmates. They can’t ever really relax around each other, because there’s no guarantee that something better won’t come along for either of them, and they both know it. 

Steve had tilted his own wrist so he could see the pretty, confident hand of a girl he’d never met, and felt so glad that he’d never have to worry like that.

“Must be nice,” is all he says to Jonathan, now.

“Sure, maybe,” says Jonathan. “Don’t know if she sees it that way.”

He asks Robin about her parents later. He’s only met Mr. and Mrs. Buckley a couple times, but they seem to get along okay.

Robin makes a face. “God, they’re so weird about it. They never got any real names—like, names never appeared by themselves, but they decided to get tattoos when they got married. The artist had them sign like five million disclaimer forms and still did it in red ink so nobody would get it confused for the real thing, but they don’t even care. It’s embarrassing.” 

“Yeah,” Steve says. 

He thinks about it later, though, and decides it doesn’t seem all that embarrassing to him. It’s not as good as a real name, of course, but maybe it’s the next best thing. At least it’s some kind of permanent mark, so even if things go south, you’ll always have part of that person as part of you too. The kind of thing that can’t be erased, just covered over.

———

Steve doesn’t ask about the blob on Eddie’s wrist. Not asking basically becomes a hobby for him. Steve drops by after going to see Max two or three times a week, and he doesn’t ask. Steve helps Wayne load Eddie into the car to the brand new Nancy-approved duplex, and he doesn’t ask. Steve stops by with a casserole from the Hendersons, and he stays to help eat it, and he doesn’t ask. 

Finally, Eddie chucks a potato chip at the side of Steve’s face and groans, “Just fucking ask, dude.”

Steve eats the potato chip, even though it’s sour cream and onion, and says unconvincingly: “Ask what?”

Eddie tips his head back over the arm of the couch and levels an unimpressed stare at Steve.

“Okay, fine,” Steve relents. “Tell me about your stupid name, I guess. Do I know her?”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know. Doesn’t matter. I knew pretty early on that I didn’t want anything to do with that shit, so I covered it up the day I got it. If I could’ve stopped myself from seeing anything at all, I would’ve.”

“Wait, you covered it up? Like, did the tattoo yourself?”

“Sure. I mean, I had to fix it up later, it was my first stick-and-poke and it was pretty rough. For a while, you could still kinda make out most of the letters. Hurt like a bitch, though.”

“Jesus.” Steve leans back on his elbows, sprawling out over the rug. “I don’t get you at all, man.”

Eddie hums a little, drums his fingertips over his own jaw. 

“What do you want?” he says abruptly. “Like, in life. Generally. What is it that Steve Harrington actually wants from the future?”

Steve puts another gross sour cream potato chip on his tongue and crunches down. 

“Shit, I dunno. What does anyone want? A house, a family. The usual stuff.”

Eddie taps his nose with one bony index finger and jabs the other at Steve. “Bullseye, right there. The difference between you and me.”

“What, you don’t want any of that? Too normal for you?” Steve snorts. 

Eddie groans and rolls sideways off the couch, landing on the rug next to Steve. He props himself up on his elbows. “It’s not about the actual stuff, Harrington. House and family doesn’t…” He hesitates, ducking his head so his hair tumbles over his face a little. “It doesn’t actually sound so bad to me, y’know? But I’d throw myself off a fucking cliff before I answered a question like that with what does anyone want.”

“Okay, if you’re so super-evolved or whatever, what does Eddie Munson want?”

Eddie grins up at Steve. It’s a little lopsided because of the shiny pink scar on his cheek. It’ll probably be lopsided for the rest of his life. Even back when they’d been making plans to buy guns and steal an RV, Steve remembers Eddie’s smile looking just plain happy, like a kid. Now it’ll always look like he’s got a secret he isn’t telling you.

“So, so many things,” says Eddie. “Most of all, though, Eddie Munson wants the freedom to make his own mistakes.”

Steve still doesn’t get it, but he’s starting to think there’s a lot of things he doesn’t really get about how other people see soulmarks. Most people seem to think just like Steve does, of course; there wouldn’t be so many songs and movies and stuff about it otherwise. 

Talking to Eddie like this, though, is starting to make Steve feel like he's staring out into the dark, knowing there's something else beyond the porchlights but not even being able to see the shape of it. 

He leans back, closing his eyes. Some guitar is wailing away from the boombox under the kind of vocals that always set Steve on edge; they’re too yelping and strained, like you can hear the singer’s vocal cords getting wrecked in real time as he yowls: man you’re dying—for what you’ve lost but never had—

It’s annoying, that’s all.

#not!soulmates AU #I actually quite like sour cream and onion ftr #idk why I've been writing almost nothing for months and then this unmarketable ridiculousness has just poured out of me #but here we are! #lyrics from Accept's Losing More Than You've Ever Had that I rejected for being too obvious include: #it's been a long time since you've lost her heart #man stop longing for the girl you made so sad

[thestobingirlie]

I’ve seen you talk lots about Steve’s parents and i was wondering if you had any thoughts on Robins parents and how her and her parents dynamic as well as Steve and his parents dynamic could play into their friendship.

I am aware how they’re portrayed in Rebel Robin, but the books are not canon and was wondering if you had any further thoughts?

robin’s parents are also very fun to me!! i don’t have proper decided upon names for them like i do for the harrington’s. but i think in the book mrs b is called melissa? and mr b is called richard, which i think is funny lmao. so i kinda subscribe to those being their names.

now, i love the buckley’s being hippies. like they’re vegetarian, they spent robin’s childhood living in a van, she calls them by their names instead of mom and dad.

i think they accidentally joined a cult at one point, after which they moved to hawkins. for a bit more of a stable childhood for robin. i think they’re judged a lot around the neighbourhood, which makes it harder for them, but they love robin, and they want her to get as many advantages in life as she can. and robin is so bright. they know they can’t homeschool her if they want her to reach her full potential.

i think they’re very loving and affectionate, kinda the opposite of the harrington’s in that way lmao. and i think they’re very loving to robin. maybe she almost feels stifled a bit. i don’t think robin’s ever really had any best friends before steve, so she hung out with her parents a lot growing up. doing puzzles and helping in the garden. they would absolutely be supportive of robin being a lesbian (homophobic buckley’s my beloathed), but she still doesn’t tell them till she’s ready, once they’ve all gotten out of hawkins.

i think because of her parents, she really dislikes steve’s parents lmao. she can see from outside the affect their dynamic had on steve, whereas steve is more stuck in it. she jokes that steve’s dad is far more of the “dick” than robin’s is (because both are named richard lol).

robin will always be a dick harrington hater. number one!!! it takes steve a few more years to catch up to her in that regard. because he hates his dad, but he’s also his dad, you know? and i think steve’s parents are actually a source of strife within stobin. at least in the early years of their friendship. robin wishes steve would just cut and run, and steve sticks up for his parents when robin gets a little too into shit talking them, which can bubble up into arguments. not big ones, but they definitely have to take a bit of space after.

neither of them have stereotypical parents, but i think robin’s parents go against the grain almost in the same way that stobin’s friendship does. most people don’t get it, but it’s healthy and they love each other. so robin’s friendship with steve, it’s everything she’s ever wanted. it’s the kind of relationship she dreamed about as a lonely kid. whereas steve had a lot more of an unhealthy dynamic to look up to, so i do think he kinda romanticised a future with a partner where they never argued and they were always happy etc. and obviously real life isn’t like that. but i do think steve interacting with robin’s parents and seeing them interact with each other, it, like, heals something within him.

anyway, when stobin get lavender married the buckley’s are beside themselves with joy. they love steve. and they’re so excited to become parental figures for him (it’s a position they have to battle for with claudia. it gets bloody (they decide to split christmases)). they know it’s just a lavender marriage, but hey, they’re not very fucking conventional either!

#robin buckley #steve harrington #stobin #robin buckley’s parents #steve harrington’s parents #stranger things #asks #thenamesophiaisalreadytaken

[uglypastels]

can you make a eddie munson x reader fic where they spend a fun day at the pool or something? just some pure fluff and eddie liking the reader in their swimsuit

ok so I absolutely love this request and the fact I'm on holiday rn with a giant pool and no eddie is a criiime, so yeah, i might be projecting on this one.

no warnings. pure Hawkins fam pool fun. not proofread.

Steve Harrington would give 20 bucks to anyone who could explain to him how his life had come to this… When his parents left for the week, they expected their son to throw a pool party, of course, but they had never imagined that the party would be more like a large-family-all-inclusive-pool-holiday kind of thing. 

'Hey, hey, hey! Assbutts,' he shouted across the pool, 'no running!'

'Yes, mom,' Dustin, Will and Mike rolled their eyes before continuing to run across the garden. Max was busy dunking Lucas' head under water, while Robin had, somehow, gotten her hands on a water pistol and was squirting the water directly at Steve's crotch, laughing hysterically. 

'Wow, real mature, Buckley,' he was slowly giving up on the entire group. The only people who seemed to know how to behave themselves were Nancy, who was lounging next to Jonathan in the long chairs, reading their books, and you and Eddie. However, something about the way you two were sitting under that parasol, canoodling, didn't feel quite right to Steve "the Lifeguard" Harrington. His spidey senses, or whatever Henderson had called it, were tingling. 

'What are you two up to?' He asked once he had walked up. Both you and Eddie looked up, covering your eyes from the sun to look up at Steve, hands in their natural position– on his hips. 

'Nothing,' you said in chorus, and you couldn't help but laugh at it. Eddie shushed you quickly, not wanting to put any suspicions on your plans– god, it felt like you were small kids again, plotting. Steve got that as well, certainly not convinced by anything you had said. 

'Relax, Harrington,' Eddie got up, placing his hand on Steve's shoulder, leading him away from your seats, 'your mommy complex is really taking the fun out of everything. You don't always have to be on the lookout for mean baddies, yeah? All's good here.' Steve tried to protest, but Eddie was again quick to shush him. 'Ah. ah. Ah. Just, you know, enjoy the weather man, go take a dip, huh?' And at that precise moment, he let go of Steve, giving you– who had already sneaked up behind him– the opportunity to push him right into the deep end of the pool. The water splashed out in all directions as Steve went down, only to come back up with his face covered by his once luscious hair. 

'You're both dead. Dead, you hear me?' he pointed very sternly at you, omitting everyone's laughter. 

'You look like a wet cat,' Robin commented, not helping poor Steve's situation, who immediately went in for a splash attack. While that water war took place, you went back to your seat in the shadow, Eddie following not far behind. When Steve had walked up to you, he had actually been in the middle of applying sunscreen to your skin, while plotting your little evil scheme, so that had to be finished. 

'How are you so good at this?' You said, enjoying the feel of his hands on your hot skin. The only thing missing was his rings, which he had taken off, not wanting to lose them in the water. 

'I'm literally not doing anything,' he chuckled, 'but there, all done.' 

'Thank you!' you squealed out in enthusiasm, turning around to face him, 'let me do you now.' 

'Oh wanna do me, huh?' he wiggled his eyebrow suggestively, leading you to push him away in giggles. But then, he did turn around and let you apply the sunscreen, just to gasp out as the cold liquid touched his skin. 'Oh, fuck! Fuck.' His gasps were so loud, so explicit, that everyone looked up at the two of you, just to realise it was Eddie being his typical Eddie-self and then went back to whatever they were doing previously. 

'You're an idiot, Eddie Munson,' you said, slowly rubbing the sunscreen into his back. 

'Ah, you love it.' And it was true. You couldn't deny it. You loved everything there was to love about this idiot. 

Once done, you both sat back down, giving the lotion time to sink in. The smell of it taking over your nostrils. It truly felt like summer. 

'I really like this suit, by the by,' he said, kissing your already sun-kissed shoulder. 

'Hmm?' 

'The new suit, it's cute.' 

'Well, good, since you picked it.' You had brought him along shopping the previous week, and he had picked out one that was a combination of his favourite colours: black and red. And it fit you perfectly– he could look at you all day, and he has, really. Couldn't take his eyes away from you. 

'Hey, you two, are you getting in or what?' Dustin shouted out from the pool, but Eddie just flipped him off as he gave you a swift peck on the lips. 

Easy to say, this was the start of a perfect summer.

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[echowithpain]

So Season 7 Episode 6, (the episode that'll be after the two week break) is apparently titled,

"There Goes The Groom"

...

Dumbass glasses going on in 3,

2,

1,

Alright! Let's see what we're working with here. *nods at title* Mhm, I understand:

✨Chimney is gonna get kidnapped and the entire episode is gonna revolve around finding him and getting him back in time for the wedding✨

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Okay let me explain a bit. "There Goes the Groom" is basically the opposite of "Here Comes the Bride" and obviously we don't even want to consider Chim running out of the wedding so scratch that off your lists.

Another way that can be taken is like the other play on words "There Goes the Neighborhood" where something/one moves in and it's so bad that it's making everything worse just by being there, so I guess that could be interpreted by either Chim's dad being there and stressing him out so much he wants to leave for some space, or it could be the Buckley parents being horrible people and Chim wants to leave for some air (also when I say leave I mean like step outside or go for a quick walk, not leaving Maddie). While on the walk he notices someone is hurt in a car accident and goes to help only for them to come to and drive off all crazy like that one scene in season I can't remember where Buck had to chase them down on a bike-

HOLY SHIT SCRATCH EVERYTHING I JUST SAID OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! THE UNIVERSE JUST SLAPPED THE DUMBASS GLASSES RIGHT OFF MY FACE!!!

I literally JUST remembered there was a movie in the 90's called There Goes The Neighborhood and I think that's actually what it's referring to!!!

In the movie there's a shit ton of money buried in the basement of this house that was stolen from a mafia casino or something like that (it's been a bit since I've watched it lol) and a bunch of people are trying to get to it! You know what made me think of this???

THIS PICTURE!!!

Why is this picture important??? CAUSE IT REMINDED ME OF THIS PICTURE!!!!

AND WHAT WERE THEY DOING IN THIS PICTURE?!?!? LOOKING FOR THE MONEY AN AUTHOR HID AWAY FOR A WORLDWIDE TREASURE HUNT!!!!

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT ELSE I NOTICED????

THE JET CRASHING INTO SOMEONES HOUSE! IT COULD BREAK UP THE CONCRETE AND REVEAL EITHER A HIDDEN BASEMENT OR THE FIRST SIGNS THATS SOMETHINGS BURIED UNDERNEATH THE PLACE THAT'LL HAVE THE BOX THAT THEYRE OPENING IN THE FIRST PIC YOU GUYS!!!!

And then because it's in police custody, there could be a race to break into the police station to see who can unlock the box and see what's inside first without getting caught! I don't know about y'all but those lights and that ceiling in the first pic make me think of the evidence room in a police station lmao. This could be a super fun episode guys omg!!!!

Oh my fucking god it's actually starting to make sense (or maybe the dumbass glasses are still halfway on) because in this pic (moreso the second one but they came together so you get both):

It looks like they were moving stuff out of the destroyed house, hence why the chair is out on the front lawn, and as they get to the basement, destroyed from the jet, that's when they find the random locked box that goes into police custody because the officers don't know what's in it. Drugs? Weapons? A bomb? Nuke launch codes?? ... Money? 👀✨

>:3

And because there's paperwork that needs to be done and phone calls that need to be made before they can even look inside the box, that's when people start to guess about what's inside

This pic could be Ravi pitching the idea to Buck and Eddie for the three of them to go see what's in the box for themselves which could lead to Buddie leading him away and definitely asking him in private, "Are you saying you want to break into the police station and snoop around in their evidence just to see what's in a random box we found?"

And Ravi goes, "Yeah, don't you?"

And Buck goes, "You do realize how dangerous that is right? Breaking into a police station with officers everywhere?"

And Eddie goes, "Not to mention the box should still be locked. What's your plan then?"

And it goes back and forth and Ravi slowly convinces them to join him and help him out. Insert shenanigans and a lot of distractions and close calls before they finally get to the now unlocked box that's!!!...

Completely empty.

(inserting pic again for reference, if that's not a WTF?! face on Ravi then idk what is. They're even wearing gloves so they don't get caught 😂)

But how could it be empty? They heard stuff rustling around in it when they found it and moved it out of the basement. That's when the show can do the fun thing they do where they go back and tell the story!!!

But where does the groom part come in? Idk maybe it was Chim's bachelor party but because of the jet crashing it was an all hands on deck where firefighters who didn't have a shift had to come in to help? Or maybe they were planning the bachelor party but plans keep getting interrupted with calls. Who knows? We certainly won't until May 2nd lol

Maybe the whole breaking into the police station was Chim just joking around about how it could be money and they could use it to help pay for the wedding, and then Ravi took the idea and actually did it with Buck and Eddie. I have no idea! But I do know, this has the potential to be a really fun episode. The first on the new network!

And by fun episodes I mean like Oceans 9-1-1, Jinx, Treasure Hunt, Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1, Cursed. Episodes you're watching and can feel yourself getting invested or just having a good time (I wanna say the full moon episode and Karma's a bitch from season 1 but I didn't like the cheating Hen storyline or Abby's character. Why start off the show with one of your married lesbians cheating on the other? Also I just didn't like Abby's character lmao)

The cruise ship disaster is gonna take 3 episodes and while I'm sure there's gonna be fun moments, it's mostly gonna be drama focused with trying to make sure Bobby and Athena are safe. Then we got episode 100 the Buck musical extravaganza 🤡 but because it's the 100th episode I won't count it cause people expect it to be fun (or full of pain, who knows with this show) and then there's "You Don't Know Me"... I doubt we're gonna be having fun.

Anyway those are my thoughts! Dumbass glasses are being safely stored away until next time✨ (along with my clown makeup 🤡) And again, if Episode 6 isn't exactly like how I said, word for word, then literally unwatchable 😤

0/10

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[thebestbooksaround]

hi! i love your fic recs, and was wondering if you had any good secret relationship/fake relationship 9-1-1 fics?

Not many! But here are some I’ve read :)

Secret Relationship

nobody has to know  by coupe_de_foudre (@panevanbuckley)

“You think he knows?” Eddie shrugs, only half-heartedly batting at Buck’s hand as he goes to dip his fries into Eddie’s milkshake. Buck just sticks his tongue out childishly before shoving the fries into his mouth and Eddie rolls his eyes. It does nothing to rid the adoration from his face, so Buck doesn’t take it too personally. “I dunno, I think he might suspect something.” Buck takes another fry, dangling it by his mouth for a moment. “Shame,” he says, taking a bite, “I was enjoying nobody knowing.”

* just to be with you by woodchoc_magnum (@woodchoc-magnum)

In which Eddie and Ana are dating, Buck is secretly in love with him, and Christopher isn't handling it well. This is a series and the second part really focuses on the secret relationship!

* Missing Pieces by AshwinMeird (@ashwinmeird)

Hen was not sure what to make of the new recruit, Evan "Buck" Buckley. He was reckless and that was about as much as she knew about him.

That eventually changes though and all the important parts of Buck's life reveal themselves to her over time.

* fair-weather love by maybemaybenottt (@deareddie)

"A crack of thunder. A rough shove. An empty space where Buck stood just moments ago. A pit in his stomach as he realises his boyfriend has just fallen 25 feet. A shout that claws its way out of his throat involuntarily.   "BUCK!"" or, A call goes wrong. Buck falls. Eddie waits.

Fake Relationship

dreamin' with the lights on by trippingminor (@probieravi)

“Uh, that’s not all,” Eddie says, before he loses his nerve. “I was hoping you’d come as my—partner.” He winces as soon as the words leave his mouth, because genuinely, this is the stupidest goddamn idea. Shannon is probably cackling wherever she is over the fact that Eddie is acting the man he is very tragically in love with to be his—fucking fake boyfriend, or something, just to avoid the attention of some PTA parents.Buck blinks at him. “Are you—you want to pretend to be in a relationship to get Heather Paul off your back?” he asks, fingers squeezing around Eddie’s pulse point a little. or, eddie asks buck to come to christopher’s parent-teacher conference with him as his boyfriend. it’s fine. really.

* To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels)

After the shooting, Eddie realizes he needs to put some things in place. Like who will get his assets if he dies. Who will speak for him if he ends up in a coma. What might happen if his family contests Buck's guardianship. Luckily, he's got a simple easy-peasy solution that won't result in insanity, catastrophe, or heartbreak: Marry Buck.

OR

The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

The Buckleys are celebrating their 50th Anniversary, and Maddie and Buck are both expected to come. To take the heat off Maddie, Buck impulsively blurts out that he's seeing someone new. Obviously, there's only one solution: bring Eddie as his fake boyfriend, pretend to be in love with him, and survive the weekend with minimal bloodshed. No problem, except for the, uh. "Pretend" part. Oops.

* I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)

After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid(like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club. OR Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

* things we shouldn't do by Ingu (@ingu)

“Why is everybody taking my relationship status so personally? Can’t I be fine with being single?” Buck said. “Hey, you don’t have to say yes, be sad and alone if that’s what you want,” Josh replied. “But, I’m just saying. I’ve seen photos and this guy is volcanic levels of hot. Also, single dad, super cute kid. Saves lives for a living like you. I think you should give it a go.” (the one where Buck and Eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there)

* Speak Now by datleggy (@datleggy)

Fake Dating AU idea from a tumblr post that got out of hand the minute I started writing. Eddie lies to Shannon about being in a serious relationship when she wants to re-enter his and Christopher's lives, and of course the person he asks to be his pretend significant other is none other than Evan Buckley, because what are bros for?

* And of course, Tethers by red_to_black (@redtooblack) [WIP]

Eddie's spent years trying to find a place to call home with Christopher, hoping that Shannon will come back and then desperately hoping she wouldn't. He thinks he's in the clear when she shows up at his doorstep, demanding they get back together. Eddie comes up with a foolproof plan: get a fake boyfriend, convince Shannon he's gay, and live happily ever after with his life mostly intact and Christopher safe and happy. Get rid of fake boyfriend when Shannon gives up, and life can resume as normal. Enter Buck, and the plan goes to hell in a handbasket.

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[ladydorian05]

Fuck me it inspiration sentences Weekend!

I was tagged by all these talented people: @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend @wikiangela @theotherluciferr @made-ofmemories @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @wildlife4life @alyxmastershipper Thank you so much for your tags!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

So... it's taking longer than I thought to adjust to a job and I haven't been writing much, but yesterday I was thinking about Arranged marriage au! for the 9-1-1 bingo and this came into existence. (Warning: this whole thing might change by the time I'm done writing and editing the fic, this is just a first draft of how this scene could go)

“What?” Buck blurts out in shock. “You heard me, Evan. You’re getting married.” When he was summoned to have breakfast with his parents this morning he was expecting anything, an order to make an appearance in some business related event, demands for him to get his life in order, hell even his dad giving him an ultimatum about his not so secret night time activities, literally anything but this. “It’s long overdue.” His mother says before taking a sip of her coffee. “You’ll be helping the family.” “What?” “Close your mouth, son” “Mind your manners, Evan.” “Ramon Diaz has agreed to become our associate and what better way to strengthen a deal than joining the families.” “The Diazes?” He knows the Diazes, his parents once looked down on them for being ‘new rich’ even though the previous patriarch had built their wealth more than twenty five years ago, and now they want him to marry one of them. “Wait a minute, their oldest is married already.” He doesn’t even bother to mention that their youngest is way too young, she hasn’t even debuted in society. “A- and I don’t want to marry just anyone, I-” “Don’t be silly, Evan.” his mother says, dabbing her mouth with a cloth napkin. “You wouldn’t be marrying just anyone. It’s actually a much better match than that, that older woman you were seeing last year.” “You are going to marry their heir, Edmundo Diaz. Now, I know he has a son, a bastard, but that’s also why they don’t care that we couldn’t offer a wife, they already have the next heir and-” He stops paying attention after that. He knows neither of his parents liked Abby, they didn’t like that she was older than him and they certainly didn’t keep their opinions to themselves. He still can’t decide what hurt the most, Abby leaving to never come back or the ‘I told you so’ from his mother.

It's a bit of a mess, a bit all over the place, I'm still playing on how the Buckleys breake the news to Buck about the engagement.

and I'm not tagging anyone since the weekend is over.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #phillip buckley #margaret buckley #Arranged marriage au! #buddie arranged marriage #ladydorian writes

[dinogoose]

where we gonna go? (i think he knows)

He knows he loves Buck. It’s so ingrained inside of him, it’s just second nature at this point. ‘Oh I need to breathe oxygen, drink water, and love Buck today’.

“Are you still with me Eddie?” Karen asks. He makes a noise of acknowledgment. “Good. Now get back out there you weirdo, you can’t just hide in your bedroom because his ‘hair is fluffy’, you are a grown man.”

(or, a buckley-diaz movie night. and eddie really loves buck)

“Eddie you can’t just call me every time Buck looks, ‘so pretty you could die’. In case you weren’t aware, I have my own life.” Eddie is actively holding Karen hostage over the phone, to rant about his huge 'crush' on Buck.

“Ren. You don’t understand, he just walked into my house looking like an angel, bringing food for me and my son.” Eddie whispers into the phone. A long groan is let out into Eddie’s ear.

“Come on! Who looks that good after a 24 hour shift? And, and- then he sets the food down and fucking picks my son up, twirling him around. He just… he’s him. And he loves my son, doing everything he can for him-“

“Eddie, breathe.” He takes in a shuddering gasp.

“Okay good, keep doing that.” She breathes with him for a moment before saying, “Listen, Eddie, I think you should tell him. He deserves to know, and you deserve good things.”

Eddie sighs knowing she’s probably right. He knows everyone thinks he’s oblivious but he’s not- at least not completely.

He knows he loves Buck. It’s so ingrained inside of him, it’s just second nature at this point. ‘Oh I need to breathe oxygen, drink water, and love Buck today’.

“Are you still with me Eddie?” Karen asks. He makes a noise of acknowledgment. “Good. Now get back out there you weirdo, you can’t just hide in your bedroom because his ‘hair is fluffy’, you are a grown man.”

“Fine, Fine whatever. I’m a grown man who can do hard things.” He says, making her laugh.

Him and Karen got close when he moved to dispatch. They would meet up every Friday, drink way too much wine, and discuss their fears of losing their partners to the job.

Once he returned to the 118 he kept up this friendship, Karen being someone he could turn to when he needed the extra support.

Or specifically, support whenever it comes to a certain firefighter, who has the most breathtaking blue eyes, and golden-

“Okay! I’m hanging up now, I’d like to get back to my beautiful wife who has been waiting for me. Be good Eddie.” The phone clicks before he can even respond.

Running a hand down his face he mentally prepares himself. He can do this. He’s an adult, not a child with a crush.

Exiting his bedroom he hears the very familiar sounds of giggles from his son.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Buck announces as Eddie rounds the corner.

They have spread out various snacks and drinks all along Eddie’s coffee table. The sugar crash tonight will be brutal.

“Yeah look what the cat dragged in!” Chris laughs, Buck joining him clearly finding themselves extremely funny.

“Har-har, sorry I had to take that important call.” Buck raises an eyebrow, suspicious. “Let’s watch the movie!” Eddie exclaims, hoping to distract Buck from his weird behavior. He sits down on the couch next to Chris, thankfully separated from Buck.

Buck, who decided he was going to wear the softest sweater that hugs his torso so perfectly, it makes Eddie want to fall to the floor and worship the ground he walks on.

Chris nudges him with a bony elbow.

“Dad, turn the movie on.” His son rolls his eyes at him, stretching out the word dad to convey his annoyance.

“Alright, alright.” The movie clicks on, some superhero movie Chris and Buck have been enthusiastically discussing for ages.

They had originally planned to see it in theaters, but work and life kept coming up, so that didn’t happen.

Tonight wasn’t even going to happen, except Buck moved heaven and hell to ensure it did. Doing whatever it takes to make Chris happy. Just as he always does.

How could Eddie not be in love with this man?

The man he’s been co-parenting Christopher with, the man who spends his weekends here, the man who may actually be his soulmate.

If Eddie believed in that kind of thing. (Honestly Buck is the person who could convince him of it)

The credits are now rolling, letting Eddie know he’s spent this entire hour or so thinking about Buck. Yeah- that tracks.

Chris is slumped against him, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Eddie raises a hand to soft his hair.

“I’m gonna put him to bed.” Eddie murmurs to Buck. The blond nods his head, standing slowly from the couch so as to not jostle Chris.

Eddie lifts his son from the couch, holding him against his chest. No matter how old or big his child gets, he will always be Eddie’s baby. He will protect his son forever.

Carefully he lays Chris down, taking a moment to look at his son. For a long time all Eddie was living for was his child. It took him years to understand that he was allowed to live for himself.

With a soft ‘Goodnight, I love you.’ and a kiss to the forehead, Eddie leaves Chris’s room.

The scene Eddie walks into is one he is wildly unprepared for.

Buck is bathed in the moonlight, humming to himself as he does the dishes. His sleeves are rolled up displaying his muscular arms and those tattoos Eddie wants to-

“Chris asleep?” Buck asks, causing Eddie to choke on his own spit. He thumps a fist to his chest.

“Uh- yeah he is.” The taller man just casts him a glance before returning to his task. Eddie tears his eyes away from Buck’s glorious arms, stepping into the kitchen.

“Beer?” He asks into the fridge, already grabbing two drinks.

“Sure, but you’ll have to let me crash on your couch if I stay any longer.” Eddie was always planning on forcing Buck to stay here. Eddie would have him stay forever if he could.

“Wow. Are you getting old Buckley? It’s barely nine.” He teases, enjoying the offended look Buck throws at him.

“No, you dick, it was just a long shift today.” It was a long shift. Eddie can feel the exhaustion in his bones. He was honestly surprised Buck showed up at all tonight (He shouldn’t have been- Buck always shows up for Chris).

“Yeah.” He brings their beers over to the table, taking note of the fact that Buck has already cleaned up. God.

Buck plops down next to him, plastering his entire body against Eddie’s. The brunette wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him to his chest. Buck goes willingly.

Eddie rests a hand in Buck’s hair, slowly running his fingers through it. It’s just as fluffy as he knew it would be. His sandy curls have always mesmerized Eddie. Drawing him in.

Buck relaxes in Eddie’s arms, beginning to doze off.

“I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that, Eds.” Eddie just continues, not deterred in the slightest.

“Alright as long as you don’t drool on me again.” Buck snaps his head back to look at Eddie.

“It was one time! Let it go.” Eddie just smiles, feeling lighter than he has in years. He plays with the hairs on the nape of his neck, causing Buck to shiver.

He wants this everyday. He wants to watch movies with their son as a family. He wants teasing, jokes. He wants the laughter. He wants to tuck their son into bed together. He wants the quiet moments, the ones just for them.

He wants everything with Buck.

“We should probably go to bed.” Eddie whispers. Buck doesn’t move.

“Probably.”

“Do you love me?” Eddie asks suddenly, already aware of the answer.

“Yeah.” Buck murmurs into Eddie’s side.

“Okay.”

A pause.

“I love you too.”

They fall asleep tangled together on the couch.

(day three!)

#buddie fic #buddie #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fic #911 fanfic #tv: 911 #fic #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #karen wilson #christopher diaz #domestic fluff

[petersthree]

So I’m not going to really comment on the parent arc for the Buckleys and Hans since that’s not over yet, but I do find the reactions in the show on Chimney working it out vs not really interesting!

Looking at Hen, Buck, and Eddie here (not Albert because I love him but I think we all recognize that his character motivations boil down to “whatever is most convenient for the writers” lmao).

Buck is someone who’s already actively decided that his parents aren’t the people that matter on his life. They’ve never cared, they aren’t going to, and he can keep them at arms length and be respectful because he doesn’t even really consider them as important people. And it’s in that where he might muse if Albert is right - the same way he wonders how their life would be different if Daniel were alive - but he ultimately meets Chim at his level. Yeah, maybe Albert is right, but yeah, maybe Chim is right. He’s overall fairly neutral, as someone who’s removed himself from that relationship but is still in contact.

Eddie outright says Albert might be right, that Jee needs her grandfather - and honestly I don’t think he’d so wholeheartedly agree to that last season. Eddie is all about what’s best for kids, absolutely, but we know that he’s already reconciled with his father. They’re both putting in the work and their relationship has improved, and Eddie takes that and goes hey, yeah, maybe Albert is right, because I would have said no a year ago but now this relationship has improved so much more. The difference there of course, is that both people are putting in effort, while as Chim points out, his dad came because of Albert’s suggestion, but this is about Eddie’s perspective.

And with Hen - she doesn’t tell Chim he’s right or wrong, but what I love is how she focuses on what’s best for him. It’s not about reconciling with his dad, the way she did with her mom, it’s about making sure there was nothing left unsaid the way she had with her father. She’s not saying make up with him, or tell him to fuck off forever - she’s not making that choice for Chimney, because whatever he wants to decide is his choice alone.

It’s also interesting how these also tie into them as parents - Buck is taking that semi-detached (note: not in a negative connotation) route for being a donor; he’s excited and happy to get the sonogram but specifies it’s Connor’s baby, not his. He’s Chris’s dad but he’s also never said it - it’s a very in between world for him and his response in kind is also in between. Eddie puts Christopher first, even above what makes himself happy like we saw in season 5, and he encourages Chim to do what’s best for Jee. Hen has had this struggle with Denny’s bio parents, and with Nia, where she can see the benefit of both - she’s experienced the struggles and the beauty with both her kids and their biological parents, and she doesn’t take a stance on which is better. Hen focuses it not on what Chimney should or shouldn’t do as a parent, but what he should do as the child, for his own healing and betterment.

It’s just very nifty to see - it’s something that originally took me aback for some characters like Eddie to say this, but makes so much more sense to me in hindsight with how these characters view things in accordance to their own relationships with their parents and their experiences as parents themselves.

#janie rambles #911 spoilers #911 fox #911 meta #does that make sense? hopefully sjdksksk im a bit out of it #chimney han #evan buckley #hen wilson #eddie diaz

[outrunningthedark]

Right there with ya on the way people label the Buckley’s grief as wrong! Yes, impact does matter, but sometimes you have to take into account intent. This doesn’t mean the Buckley’s haven’t done anything wrong and there is no reason for their kids to be upset with them. There is. There are many reasons for them to be upset. But it also doesn’t mean they can’t be forgiven. They can’t do better. Or that Buck and Maddie shouldn’t want them in their lives. Maddie and Buck both realize this. They both realize why their parents were the way they were. It’s even been said, they weren’t bad people BY MADDIE. It’s like these people just want Buck to kick his parents to the curb and say “ya know what, fuck off and fuck you.”

[TL;DR. This always happens with this story line. Oof.] It’s like these people just want Buck to kick his parents to the curb and say “ya know what, fuck off and fuck you.” - This is the heart of it, for sure, and I can definitely understand the fandom (made up of younger viewers compared to the GA) wanting to have their own complicated feelings towards their parents validated; there's plenty of people who have that "I'd cut you if I could, but you're my ____ and it's not that easy" mindset - myself included! Being physically disabled means *having* to depend on people that didn't/don't always like me. But the redemption arc isn't the problem. It's that Kristen didn't follow up on that family dynamic for TWO YEARS. She didn't accidentally come to the conclusion that the Buckleys should to be better the next time around. She made a deliberate choice not to even give them a mention for TWO YEARS so the audience could get a status update and be more prepared for the version of the Buckleys we would see in 6x10. Her explanation was that 4x06 (the therapy detail) clued us in to the effort happening off-screen: "They've spoken on the show about Buck and his parents trying to do some therapy. And so we just wanted to revisit those parents and see how that relationship with their children has progressed." I don't know what's going to happen with the Buckley parents a year from now, but if even Oliver has no current reason to assume things are gonna go to shit (and he's gotten all the scripts) - "Just because their relationship has been so fractured in the past doesn’t mean that there’s no room for reconciliation, and certainly seems to me like they’re on a path moving forward now where they can slowly start to build a really healthy parent-child relationship" - then I'm sticking with *my* current belief that this story line isn't about the parents as much as it is a (definitive) shift in the story and a lesson on not taking time for granted: - Buck and Maddie are no longer those little kids trying to live up to their parents' expectations, trying to do everything "right" to earn their approval. Holding onto that pain is not going to help them be the best versions of themselves. Buck cannot fully embrace self-love and self-worth if he still dwells on whether his parents regret his birth. Maddie can't raise a daughter to the best of her ability with Margaret's voice in her head making her second-guess her capabilities/decisions. These are their lives and they're finally taking control. - What Oliver said relates to my second point, that the show makes a habit of using the parent-child relationships to say "It's never too late to change." You don't have to hold on to grudges. You don't have to keep hate in your heart. And you certainly shouldn't act as though there's "no point" in reconciliation just because the thought of confrontation or showing vulnerability scares the crap out of you. If mending fences is important (as it appears to be for the Buckley sibs' peace of mind) then...take a chance before there's no time left. (Buck forgiving his parents NOW is because his subconscious feared he was dying. It might have been his only chance.) And ftr (because I feel like this is also part of where the annoyance stems from) I'm gonna repeat that unless the Buckley parents become mains - which they won't! - the standards aren't changing, and this episode told us that. Buck forgave his parents in an episode where the father-son dynamic between he and Bobby was on full display. That's still who he's gonna go to when he needs advice because Bobby is a CONSTANT presence, Bobby will ALWAYS be able to understand Buck in a way that Phillip cannot because of the years that family lost to trauma. Choosing not to revolve his life around the ways his bio parents did him wrong/influenced his behavior does not and will not in any way lessen or alter the already-established bonds he's created with the 118. It just means he's READY TO LET GO.

#anonymous #tina speaks #911 spoilers #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #evan buckley #maddie buckley #margaret buckley #phillip buckley

[itwoodbeprefect]

911 season 7 episode 3!!!

fjkdf i love when we get a little montage to introduce minor characters in the episode, and i love when that's fun, and i think this family is fun (corey!), but they really got me when the grandmother went "we need to get to the lifeboats. i want a good seat!"

the thing about 911 is. the thing about 911 is that at some point i WILL end up crying a little from the stress of the awful terrible horrible situations these fictional characters end up in

"dead men don't bleed." bobby throwing out a banger of a revenge western title

"what are you all doing! on the ceiling!!!" that's a VERY good question, norman.

i'm, let's say, a little skeptical of the real world feasability of this rope and climbing rescue plan bobby is executing, but i do love when 911 goes hey! what the fuck! enjoy some action movie shenanigans!

"wish buck could have seen you do that." "honestly, i would have much rather seen buck do that." <3

love the way maddie is trying to have a phone conversation with chim but buck and eddie keep half joining in, like kids in the back seat of the car only catching half the conversation between their parents.

"so who's missing, bobby and athena or hen?" "yes." one of those lines that's extremely obviously something the writers set up for themselves, but i can't fault them for it, because i will admit i do like a corny overused joke.

"how are you feeling?" "like my world's been turned upside-down." man, this is a guy who knows how to milk his situation for fitting witty comments. first the whole gambling thing, now this.

"hen, where are you?" oh, she's just doing illegal paperwork. <3

dear god. so far, counting the communications officer who died last episode, this is turning out to be a survivable emergency unless you're a black man.

OH. OKAY.

so this is where tommy shows up!!

"could be why i haven't been getting your christmas cards." fdjkfd.

i felt like i'd probably seen every scene with tommy in it giffed ten different ways by now, but i did NOT see much of this, or realize that this is how he came back into the picture. good for him. he's immediately making up for past bad behavior by randomly having hen's back.

oh, of course. not random!! it's family, doing ill-advised heroic things that should get them fired togetherrrr. <3

"oh, i think this is an open channel." "do you, buck? do you really?" fjkdfd.

awwww. the 118: WHO CARES. 💪

always a fun time when the guy behind the controls of the helicopter says you're probably all going to die anyway!

lola: "i've never been with another man." norman: "neither have i!" ?? evan buckley, SECOND bi character this season

mr. doctor stepping up!! love that for him!!

"well, unless you feel like swimming back, that's all we've got." i do love this personality they've given tommy!

also, i realize tommy's last name is kinard, which has entirely different origins, but i keep hearing canard, as in french for duck, which would be kind of funny for a man flying over water.

tommy being stupidly willing to go along with the 118's stupid let's-just-maybe-all-die-here-for-hen's-hunch plan! i adore that this is how we're introduced to him again, it's so good, hard not to immediately love him.

guy who's been very rightfully and realistically skeptical of their chances of survival from the start: "but there's nothing out there." [helicopter noises] < continuing the tradition of characters with a normal reasonable view of the world being smugly proven wrong on this show, fjdkfd.

the thank you for choosing oceanis blue last words, oh my god. very goofy.

"i'm not supposed to go with strangers." corey, i love you.

"what are we gonna do?" "we're gonna keep trying." damn if that isn't bobby coming up with a way better line than buck's off the top of his head. the 118: we're gonna keep trying.

fjdkfd sorry but if you're bobby trying to rescue a little kid and the door above you closes up and you can't get it open and the water keeps rising and you're about to drown (again), and then the door DOES suddenly pop open and buck and eddie in full gear are grinning down at you when there's supposed to be absolutely ZERO chance of them even being on this sinking ship in the middle of the ocean in a hurricane to begin with, i think that maybe, for at least a quick second there, you might think that this time you finally did die.

ohoho! see this, of course, i did see giffed.

hen thanking maddie is good. bobby calling hen captain is great. bobby and athena getting back home and taking their fast food into the bedroom is lovely. love when there's at least a little time to wind down from the episode. <3

#911 #* #onnnn to episode 4. ohoho

[whatisgodtoanonbeliever]

Fuck it, I'm going to ramble real quick

To preface, I am entering my sort of more graceful era of remembering we have plenty of episodes left so I will be allowing the ending of tonight's episode because the rest was just beautiful (I do hope they put in more hen almost losing buck in 6b, because I feel they'll for sure cover eddie later)

Heads up for 6x11 things I disliked below

Now into the thick of it. I am not a redemption person in media (real life yeah if that's what an individual decides is best for themselves) with like one exception (it's zuko). It has a lot to do with having grown up with my dad who essentially cut contact with most of his family save maybe 3 people. He refused to let them guilt or shame him into a life he didn't want, when he wanted to be more, so he left. Went back for 1 holiday to try and realized there was no way he was going to put up with it.

I know having that example of no reconciliation really impacted how I look at family relationships specifically. In a sort of cutthroat way, cutting people off when they refuse to treat you with love and care for you as an individual is absolutely normal. Never once did I think 'oh my dad would forgive them' because they had lost the chance and any future opportunity to know him or our family other than a few scattered visits of 'is everyone still alive'.

So I can't stand a reconciliation, especially with what appears to be no real effort from the parents, buckley or han. Because I was not raised to forgive those who don't value me for who I am. And I don't want to see buck, who has made a family, who has people who love him without even trying or questioning, sit through more disappointment. What if we get another arc where his parents let him down? How many times will we have to watch him be torn to pieces over them? Because 6x11 showed that he will choose himself and the family he made, but that doesn't eliminate the hurt when he's never been able to heal from what they've done. I don't think he has the distance to not be hurt if they neglect him again.

#911 fox #sorry this turned into a bit of a letter of love for my father #and my own rant about families of choice (my beloveds) #evan buckley #buckley parents #family dynamics #911 spoilers #a little bit of #911 speculation #if you include what the parents do next

[maddipoof]

Chapter 8

This one....is a doozy, It's Robin and Eddie's graduation party!! YAAAYYY!!!! Ummm, Warnings are that Robin's dad is hot, everyone has a crush on him and he's her british step dad. Then also it's y/n's first time meeting Steve's parent's for real, so drinking, smoking, language as always, and also meat and Robin's non-binary cousin that uses they/them (not a warning, I just don't want anyone to get confused while reading) WC: 6.9k

Hawkins High's class of '86's graduation ceremony was kept rather short and sweet. 

Short because there were so few graduates left in town; sweet because they were able to make it more personable to those left. Nancy made a speech about how everyone made so many memories at Hawkins High, "some good, some bad" and she glanced at Steve then cleared her throat. Robin and Eddie rolled their eyes, the kids kept their thoughts to themselves. Except Mike, who couldn't hold back a scoff that was way too loud for such a small audience of only around 200, including parents, grandparents, extended family and friends. Steve only gave y/n's hand that was resting on his knee a squeeze. "We've come so far from the kids we once were and now we're facing this new chapter of our lives, but we'll always have this to look back on." With the way the seating chart panned out, Eddie was right behind Robin so he leaned over her shoulder and whispered "I'd really rather not." She dipped her head to stifle her snort but only laughed harder when her cap fell off. Nancy saw the whole thing but carried on as usual, "Go Tigers!"

Robin was the tenth person called but still got the loudest cheers so far. She nearly tripped on the way up when the rubber sole on the toe of her Mary-Jane stuck to the laminate floor for half a second. Only Eddie noticed and snickered behind her while she not-so discreetly gave him the finger behind her back. She took her diploma and shook hands with the administrators, then hugged her drama teacher and made her way back to her seat. 11 letters later, it was finally Eddie Munson's time to shine. The whole group knew his plan so they kept clapping and cheering when he haughtily shook every hand. Except when he got to the teachers who were always harder on him than the other kids, and he just held up both middle fingers while still holding his diploma. He walked backwards until he spun around and ran down the stairs and out the door with his gown billowing behind him. The principal just shook his head and his muttered whispers of ‘took him long enough,’ were lightly picked up by the mic. The whole time Wayne and all of Hellfire club were giving a standing ovation in their matching shirts. 

***

The party was held in the Buckley's backyard. Mike, Will and El had to go to Nancy and Jonathan's party so they only hugged Robin and Eddie at the end of the ceremony then left with their families. Joyce gave them both big hugs and Hopper shook their hands and said some variation of "Great job, kid."

It was wall to wall Buckleys, well more like treeline to treeline, but you get the idea. Her mom has 5 siblings and she has a lot of great aunts and uncles. And by extension, a fuck ton of cousins. The younger ones zipped through the yard while her parents dragged her to say hello to everyone "Thank you for coming. How's (Sam) Sam doing, haven't seen him in a while." Her mom would tell her the names of children, spouses, etc. through clenched teeth then pull her on to the next guest.

"I think this has got to be a fire hazard." y/n said while her eyes scanned the vast backyard filled with people and food and folding tables.

"What? The number of people or that very unpromising grill situation over there?" There were at least 5 men, all armed with tongs, arguing over times and temperatures and y/n was sure she saw one actually threaten the other over the mention of a well done steak.

"She obviously means how hot Robin's stepdad is." Eddie scoffed at Steve's question then puffed the wind knocked out of him by Steve's elbow. "What?! It's true, look at him! I'd go to college just for that. I wouldn't, obviously but, I mean, that is a gorgeous man." He wasn't wrong. Mr. Buckley was hot, like hot hot. And the fact that he didn't know it, or at least acted like he didn't, just added to the allure. "And that accent, oh my god, strike me down."

"I'm honestly about to." Steve looked at Eddie with a stern expression but he only returned with his signature lopsided grin.

"Why, jealous big boy?" Steve looked like he was either about to punch or kiss Eddie, these days, who can tell. Either way, y/n got between them and pulled them inside by their arms before he got the chance.

"You are both ridiculous." Once they got to a tighter hallway she dropped their arms but they still followed her lead out the front door. "But so very right." 

"What!?"

"See Harrington! She gets it."

"How could you not? He's fuckin gorgeous, and an English lit professor, and a total feminist, and oh my god, I slept over like a week ago or somethin' like that and then we were talking about the queer themes of Emily Dickinson's poems and then he just recited "Wild Nights" and his voice ugh I thought I was gonna melt. Didn't last though because Robin yelled at me." She opened the back door and reached across Eloise's car seat to get the purple holographic gift bag. She was up on her toes and had one foot popped in the air to lean in.

"You gonna leave me for Robin's stepdad now?" Steve crossed his arms and gave his best Jake Ryan-style smolder with a short laugh. 

"Are you?" She turned around with a cocked eyebrow and the bag hanging off one finger.

"Touche." He smiled at the ground to hide the very very faint blush.

"Oooh, Robin's taught you well. Excellent travail, mon chéri." 

"Enough of that you bilingual bastards, gimme that." Eddie took his graduation present and dug through the tissue paper to pull out a tall obsidian tower, a blue tiger's eye, and a rose quartz necklace. He kept going through to find some cassettes they knew he didn't have yet because they made sure to look through all of his shelves and every compartment of his car. 

"This thing is very metal." He held up the Obsidian to watch it shine in the sunlight. 

"Thank you."

"It took me forever to finally find a good store so expect more, and I'll probably make you come with me because I'll need your van to get that massive amethyst."

"It won't fit in the truck?" Eddie was surprised a crystal could even be that big.

"I don't want it to get banged up, when it's in the van it'll at least be indoors."

"The thing’s massive, dude. The vibes are gonna be so lifted, or whatever that one's meant for. I still don't really get it, but if you guys like it..."

"It's for balance, tranquility, stuff like that." She explained.

"When do you need to get it?"

"Just whenever but I was hoping to get it next week?"

"Great, we'll make a day of it."

"Perfect!" She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Now, let's get back to the party."

She started walking away but Steve and Eddie just stood there staring at each other. Eddie winked at him and Steve half laughed-half scoffed before closing the few paces between him and y/n and catching her by the hand. 

"Hmmm, possessive much?" She giggled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He brought the back of her hand up to his lips. 

"Hmmm. We should probably try to save Wayne from Mr. Buckley introducing him to everyone. Or at least Robin from her cousins." She gave him a quick kiss and squeezed his hand before going back out to the yard. 

Even though it was light, only lasted a nanosecond, and they'd been together for 2 months now, spending practically every minute together; it still felt like that time Robin made him try buzzing lip balm. He licked his lips and flexed his hands in a vain attempt to do something about the fizzy feeling that washed over every place she touched, every time.

***

Robin's stepdad, Tom, was pulling Wayne Munson all around his backyard. He had a natural talent for getting people out of their shells, he jokes it's because he worked for a seafood restaurant with rather pretentious clientele in grad school. He and Steve got along because they both always found something interesting about people, always something to talk about or in common. That's why Tom could carry a conversation with the most arrogant of professors just as easily as he could with his very rural brothers-in-law. And why Steve could do the same with the other members of Hellfire and Corroded Coffin, and his parents' business friends. 

"Pat, lovely seeing you, this is Mr. Munson. His nephew is one of Robin's friends, they graduated together." Tom held one of Wayne's shoulders while he introduced him to one of Robin's uncles.

"Wayne, hi." He shook the other man's hand.

"Pat Buckley. Munson? Your boy Eddie Munson?"

"Uh yeah."

"Good thing the Chief got that kid's name cleared. Didn't believe it for a second, all because a' some game? My dau- sorry, my kid plays it all the time. Sure, I don't get it but it makes 'em happy. Who am I to say no?" They sat on the folding chairs and talked about their kids' affinity for such a strange game, the rapidly declining quality of their shared cigarette brand, and the different burning qualities of different types of wood. And other common middle aged man topics of conversation.

***

By the end of the night y/n, Steve, and Robin were certain Eddie had flirted with each and every cousin of hers over the age of 18. Finally he landed on Mars.

They had a lot in common with him. He was drawn in by their style and tattoos, one of which was a D20, which only sealed the deal.

"Introduce me," He whispered to Robin who was talking with her aunt about studying abroad.

"What? To who?" She craned her neck to the side to look at him. He nodded his head back to the person being swallowed whole by their flannel and black hair curling 3/4 of the way down their back with the under half dark blue. "Oh! Mars? Yeah they're cool. You'll like them."

"Mars!" Robin walked over and Eddie followed. Mars set down the can of hard cider next to their doc Martens. 

"Hey, Rob! How's it goin'?" Their voice had a certain grate to it that Eddie found wildly attractive. 

"It's going, how're you?"

"I've been alright, but you remember that guy, the one with that god awful band?"

"Riley?"

"Yeah, well you remember how I said how I thought it was going well? Mhm, yeah turns out he was just waiting for me to 'grow out of'." They gestured up and down their body. "Soooo he had to go."

"Oh I'm sorry, if it's any consolation I always thought his band was shit. And he sucks at guitar, no offense."

"None taken, he was never very good with his hands anyway. Now I'm just looking for cheap beer, a little less cheap weed, and an even cheaper rebound." They punctuated with another swig of cider.

Eddie stepped forward from beside Robin and held out his hand, palm up. "Eddie Munson, lovely to meet you."

"Mars Buckley, enchanté." They slipped their hand into his and he bowed down to place a kiss to the back of it, never breaking eye contact. Robin only backed away before it became too much.

When Eddie stood back up he pulled their arm closer to him. "I noticed your tattoos, the patch work suits you. But this is quite beautiful." He meant the landscape swirling around their right forearm. 

"The Shire, and the sun's a D20, see?"

"Metal." They pulled his arm forward to look at his puppet master tattoo.

"Did you get this before, or after the song came out?"

"Before, looong before. I was like 16 when I got it."

"Metal."

"Very."

"I love Robin to death but obviously she's too absorbed with everyone else for our poor souls at the moment, so d'you wanna get out of here, we could get on my bike and be back by the time all the kids leave and before anyone notices we're gone."

"I would love to."

***

"Hey, uh any of you kids seen Eddie 'round here?" Wayne asked as Steve and y/n were passing by.

"I think I saw him leave with one of Robin's cousins. Huge flannel, long black hair," y/n offered.

"That'd be Mars, my kid, they get a little overwhelmed at these kinda things. Probably just went out for some air. They should be back soon." Pat added.

"Steve, y/n," Robin called, running over to them. "You guys need anything? No! Good, great. My mom says I'm not hostessing enough but like why should I have to host when I'm supposed to be the guest of honor. Anyway, you gotta help me. In about 5 minutes I'm about to be inundated with aunts asking where my boyfriend is. Even though most of them are pretty progressive, there's still a few outliers who still don't get that I'm not the gay cousin because there's literally 6 of us. That we know of! Like aunt Rosie thought Mars was just really into mythology and not really into mythology, if ya catch my drift. So please, just help me out here."

"How?"

"I don't know, hide me."

"Just sit with us Rob, they won't bother us if we just ignore them." Pat said and slid down the picnic bench to offer her a seat. 

"What about you guys?" She looked up at y/n and Steve.

"I mean, I was gonna go talk to Tom for a little bit. Feels like I haven't seen him all day." Y/n spun on her heel but Steve caught her arm and spun her back around and she had a big smile with the tip of her tongue on her canine.

"She means we're gonna go."

"I hate you dinguses!"

Steve kept walking but y/n spun around and blew her a big kiss. "Love you too, Rob. Fly high my friend."

"She's so weird." Robin shook her head.

"No weirder than Eddie," Wayne said.

"That's true."

***

"Are you sure you don't need anymore help with anything Mrs. Buckley? I'd be- We'd be more than happy to stay."

"No, Steve, really go enjoy your night. And, thank you for coming." She put a hand on his arm and gave him a soft smile that he sweetly returned.

"Thank you for having me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Buckley. See you Thursday, was it?" Y/n hugged her goodbye.

"Yes, thank you for coming and I'm sure Robin will love the fresh perspective. See you then."

 Steve cocked an eyebrow. "Book club, Emily Dickinson," she explained.

"You have to stop stealing all our friends' parents."

"Never!" She skipped out the door to his car. He took his time, in no rush to get home. He pulled the keys from his back pocket and unlocked the door for her. 

Five minutes into the drive and Steve nervously tapping on the wheel, he finally spoke up. "Y'know, we don't have to go if you don't want to."

"No, I want to. Unless you don't then we definitely don't have to and we can just tell them I'm sick and do it another time."

"They want to do it tonight because they're leaving again Sunday."

"Then we'll do it tonight and it'll be fine." He reached down to shift gears and she caught his hand before he could bring it back to the wheel. She pressed a kiss to the back of it and mumbled, "We'll be ok, I'll be right there and if it goes terrible, well then they're leaving Sunday anyway so it doesn't really matter."

"Are you sure?"

"I am if you are. I just need to change first."

"Why? You look good."

"Thank you. But, I look good for a graduation party, not for meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first 'official' time at one of the nicest restaurants for like a five town radius."

"You've met them before, it's not like it's the first time you're meeting them," but he still took the turn leading to her house rather than the restaurant, which didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Well that was only for like five seconds and your dad basically called me a slut, and made you cry, which I didn't love, at all. On your birthday no less. So here's their chance to make up for it."

"If it's their turn to make up for it, why are you so nervous?" He kept stealing glances at her rather than the road.

"Because! I don't know. They're your parents. How could I not be nervous?"

"And you're only the second girlfriend of mine they've ever met. First, like, adult one." 

"Why are you telling me this!?" She buried her face in her free hand.

"Would you rather I tell you what you could probably expect?"

"Yes, very much."

"Alright, well, my dad is easy. He's probably gonna think we're some passing fling, even though I don't think that at all," he said intensely while looking into her eyes.

"I know, watch the road," she pushed his shoulder so he'd turn his focus back.

"So he's gonna be real quiet and pretend to be uninterested, but really he's gonna care because...Image. But he can't really not like you because you work crazy hard and you're super smart. So he's probably just gonna think you're too good for me, which you are, but if they see how serious we are, he'll start asking more questions."

"Like?"

"What do you do, who's your family, what do you read, even though he's never even touched a book in his goddamn life."

"That's manageable. What about your mom."

"Hmmm, well," his voice trailed up and he scratched the back of his neck. "She's a little more difficult. See, where my dad thinks a- a fuckin' rock is too good for me, she still has some misplaced hope in me and thinks no one could ever be good enough for me. But she like, disguises it and she'll pretend to be really nice and actually care but really she just wants me to have some 'happy little family' with one of her friends' kids, and end up just like them. They fuckin' hate each other, you can see it in their faces, I don't think they've ever loved each other. And if they have it hasn't been for a long time." She reached back over and put a hand on his thigh. 

"You're not like them, though. You're so...exponentially better."

He hummed in response, "I probably freaked you out with that, huh?"

"No, I mean with your mom trying to secretly sabotage us or whatever before we've had a real conversation, yeah. But the rest, no."

"Not sabotage but…uh yeah kind of. And she like, always, always, finds a way to make something about herself. I'm not really sure when it started, and it could have just always been there, but I first noticed it 'round the same time I noticed my dad never paying attention to her." He finally looked up from their interlaced fingers and at the small clock. "Oh shit, we should hurry. Reservation's at 8."

They rushed into the house and she pulled out three options from her closet. "Which one says 'I'm very serious about dating your son, please don't be mean to me?'"

"I think the blue one," he sat on the edge of her bed while she let him pick an outfit and carefully retouched her eyeliner and mascara.

"You sure?" she said around her lip liner.

"Should I not be?" He asked, worried he picked the wrong one.

"No, not at all. I just want to be sure you really like this one." She held it up against herself.

"Yeah, I like this one."

"Ok, I'll be right back." She'd already shed her shirt before she got to the bathroom.

***

Steve got the door for her and held her purse while she got their jackets, a chill still nipping through the mid May night. He took her hand as they made their way across the parking lot. He held the door open and she stepped inside, taking her purse as she did. Steve flashed his usual friendly smile at the hostess who returned one in kind. The Harringtons were regulars and she always dreaded when they brought Steve because he always looked so...defeated by the end. She was happy he finally walked in with a real smile and a real date.

"Uh, we have reservations I think, Harrington? They might already be here."

"Mhm, you're a few minutes early but right this way, please." She nodded at the clipboard on the stand and led them to their table. Steve stepped aside to give y/n the corner seat and he took the one next to her.

"They're not gonna be mad I took the good seat?" she looked up at him with wide eyes while he put his jacket on the back of his chair.

"They won't get mad at you. You've gotta relax, babe. Worst case, they don't like you, which probably won't happen, but even if it does it doesn't matter 'cause I love you." He pressed a kiss to her temple before straightening out and laying his napkin over one thigh. Then, he set a hand on her leg that wouldn't stop bouncing. 

"Oh, Steve, hello." His mom cooed and they both stood up to greet them. Steve kissed his mom's cheek and shook his dad's hand.

"Hi, dad."

"Steve, care to introduce us to your guest."

"Uh yeah, uh mom, dad, this is my girlfriend y/n."

"Hi, lovely to meet you, for real this time, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington."

"Oh don't worry yourself with that sweetie, Sharon and John is fine."

"Ok, Sharon, John." She shook both of their hands and Mr. Harrington held on to hers.

"I'd um, like to apologize…for my behavior when we last met. I'd just gotten some terrible news that tripled the work I had to do, I hope you can understand."

"Completely." She smiled as best she could even though she was seething inside. How can he blame his own actions like that on a ‘hard day's work?’ He squeezed her hand before they all sat down. Y/n tried to hide wiping her hand on her napkin, it wasn't out of spite or disgust, just sensory issues. And maybe a little spite. Just a little.

A tall, skinny waitress with her hair in a messy bun she'd probably describe as French (but really the French-est thing she's ever done is pronounce Illinois with nwa instead of noy.) She had her overgrown bangs clipped back with rhinestoned barrettes.

Y/n recognized her from school, one of those girls who thought they were special because they had the nicest shoes or tightest dresses at every dance. Y/n would joke that you'd think with all the money they were always bragging about, they might be able to afford a little more than a postage stamp for a dress. And now here she was, taking their orders.

"Good evening, my name is Angelina. I'll be your server tonight, would you like to start with anything to drink besides water?" She looked around the table and half her smile faltered when she looked at y/n but it snapped right back when she looked at Steve.

"I think we'll start with a bottle for the table. What's your finest red?" Mr. Harrington looked up at Angelina and noticed y/n wince out of the corner of his eye. Mrs. Harrington saw it too.

"Something wrong dear?" she asked with fake sincerity.

"Hm? Oh, no I just um I-" She started to crack under their expectant stares.

"She doesn't drink red." Steve reached back down for her hand under the table.

"Really?" Mrs. Harrington's eyes got impossibly large.

"Yeah, just never liked it," the quietest she's been all night.

"You're too young to know what you like. Your finest bordeaux, thank you."

"Anything else? In case you don't like the red?" Angelina and y/n exchanged sympathetic looks.

"Surprise me." Y/n knew she knew what she liked. Neither of their tastes having changed in the last few years.

"Alright, I'll put that right in for you." She smiled and turned but not before giving y/n a quick thumbs up.

They talked about the weather or whatever it is entitled white men want to talk to their son's girlfriend about, until Angelina returned with the wine and a French 75 for y/n.

"Thank you, you're a dream," y/n said as she took the drink from her.

Once the appetizers had been ordered, then the real fun began.

"So, y/n, tell us about your family." Mrs. Harrington asked.

"Oh, well, my mom was an artist but now she's retired and she only does it for fun, not really taking commissions anymore. Unless it's for someone really special. And my sister is getting her degree to be a doctor of Pharmacy. I don't entirely know what my brother-in-law does but he seems to like it and he still has a lot of time for my niece."

"Oh how sweet, how old is she?"

"She'll be 4 in August."

"And how old's your sister?"

Ohhh there it is, the million dollar question. Y/n took a sip a little longer than she should have before she answered. "Old enough to have a four year old, a husband and at least one degree. I forgot to keep track."

They all laughed as she dreaded the impending doom of their next question. For people who pride themselves on being "socialites" they always lack decorum around these kinds of things. Something she's often noticed at too many prep school functions.

"And how about your father?" Of course, Mr. Harrington had to ask.

"What about it?"

"You never mentioned him."

"There's no one to mention. The best way I could explain it is my mom just wanted to do it on her own so she had me and my sister, on her own."

"Hm, a driven woman."

"Mmm very." She held her wine glass for Steve to fill. She took a sip and made a slight grimace but swallowed anyway.  

"And what do you do for work?" Mrs. Harrington looked like she was trying to see into y/n's skull. Y/n looked right back with a sudden surge of confidence, finally realizing that it doesn't matter what they think Steve would still feel the same and so would she. 

"I'm a hairdresser, and whenever I'm not doing that I'm basically a nanny for my niece or ASL interpreter. I just do whatever needs doing."

"What's ASL?" of course, John doesn't know.

"American Sign Language." Both John and Sharon nodded along. "I learned because my brother-in-law's family has a history of genetic hearing loss, so there was a chance of that being passed on to my niece and also just so I could talk to them anyway."

"That's so kind of you. Isn't that so kind John?"

"Very, -" He went to say something else, definitely something rude, but Angelina popped around the corner.

"Are you all ready to order?"

"Yes, I think so," John, self-proclaimed ringleader, "I'll have the beef bourguignon," y/n had to fake choke on her drink to cover her laugh at his abysmal pronunciation and Angelina pretended there was a tickle in her throat. "Hm, and she'll be having the cock oh vine." 

"The coq au vin, excellent."

"John, I never get the coq oh vine here. I always get the soup."

"No, you always get it." Y/n saw Steve close his eyes and rub the contour of where his nose and brow bone meet while taking a long drink. She set her hand back on his thigh and brushed her thumb back and forth. 

"And for you two?"

"I'll have the filet mignon with truffle butter please, thank you." They smiled at each other as she handed back the menu.

"Veal parmesan, please. Thank you."

"Thank you." She winked at y/n with a slight nod to the other side of the room before walking away.

Y/n waited a few more minutes for a lull in conversation to excuse herself.

Angelina stood waiting for her just outside the restroom. She rolled herself off the wall and pushed the door in with her shoulder. "So, how's dinner with the Harrington's?"

"Shouldn't how much I've drunk answer that for you?"

"That bad huh?"

"They're so condescending, to me, to you, to Steve."

"If it's any consolation I think that's the happiest I've ever seen that kid at one of these dinners."

"Really?"

"Mhm, and if it's any more of a consolation I charged him way more than I should have for that god awful wine."

"It's horrible!"

"It's inedible! So many tannins. One glass and I had such a headache."

Once their laughter died down Angelina spoke up again. "I'm sorry."

"Don't- we don't have to do this right now. We don't have to do this at all." Y/n sounded like she was going to leave but when Angelina pulled out the cigarettes from her apron pocket and stood on top of the toilet in the last stall to open the window. 

"Come on, there's perfume in the cabinet," She reached up behind the window to pull out a lighter. "We do this all the time. And if we share it won't be you stealing from me because Mr. Harrington tips enough to buy one."

"One pack?"

"One cigarette. C'mon, up ya go." Y/n hung her purse on the door and Angelina held the cigarette to her lips. She pulled in a puff then blew it out and inhaled through her nose.

"You're so French for a girl from Indiana."

"I actually spent a year and a half in France."

"Really?"

"Mhm, but then after my heart got broken as well as his nose, I came back. That, and I missed my mom too much."

"Well haven't you had fun?"

"And you haven't?"

"Well I didn't go to college but I made as much as it would have cost to go off of other people's essays, then I was like well I gotta do something. So now I cut old ladies' hair and nanny my niece, really really livin' it up."

"But you got a really hot boyfriend."

"I really do, but his parents scare me a little."

"Enough to scare you away?"

"No."

"Good."

The hostess burst through the door and Angelina was about to slam down the window when she asked "Angie, help! Emergency!"

"What?" 

"Oh thank God we have to wear black." She locked the door to the other stall. 

"Either of you have...anything?"

"Aren't there any in the cabinet?"

"You know they don't do shit. Please?"

"I have a tampon?" Y/n offered with the cigarette hanging out the corner of her mouth, no longer caring if the smell got stuck to her hair or if they kept wondering where she was. She dug through her small purse to find it. "Do you need anything else?"

"I don't think so. Thank you so much. You're a literal angel. You two friends?" They all just ignored the awkward situation of talking through the bathroom door.

"In a strange sense, a little but I was trying to apologize but she wouldn't let me."

"Oh this is that girl! Hi That Girl, I'm Meg. I think I graduated a few years before you." 

"Hi, I'm y/n. Oh yes, you did! You were my buddy in first grade! And you know about all that?"

"Oh hoho, I know all about all that. Angie really did a number on you didn't she? Broke your heart, stomp on it, the cherry on top being that it was all a lie?"

"Yep, these are all things that did happen and left me with issues that persist to this day. Thank you for reminding me."

"You're very welcome."

"Please, let me apologize." Angelina took the cigarette right out from y/n's lips.

"I don't want you to. I just want to forget it."

"I think you should let her, y/n. She hasn't shut up since you walked in here."

Y/n turned back to her and gestured for her to go ahead. 

"I thought I knew what I wanted but I didn't and I should have been honest about how I felt from the beginning and I should have been a better friend and never a girlfriend. I don't want to blame it on being a dumb kid or a mistake because it wasn't, I should have known better and I did know better. I just wanted you to know that I've grown and I'm not that person anymore and I'll never be them again."

Y/n took a second to absorb her words before she huffed out a little laugh. "How long have you had that planned?"

"4 years."

"If you let me do one thing I'll forgive you."

"Whatever you want."

"Let me shotgun off you one last time." Angelina didn't even take a second to consider it before she took a long drag and stepped up to y/n and held her jaw. She blew it into her mouth and just when the last traces flew up from y/n's lips the door opened at the same time Meg stepped out with one very bloody hand raised so she wouldn't touch anything.

All three of them looked like deer in headlights at Mrs. Harrington. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok, y/n."

"Oh yes, I'm fine I was just catching up with some friends from school."

"Good to hear, the food should be out soon, let's go."

Meg and Angelina tried not to laugh, knowing that she very well had not even gotten the order back to the kitchen. "Oh y/n wait! You still like it medium?"

"Medium, medium rare. And could I get another 75 please? Thank you."

She followed Sharon back to their table like a scolded toddler with really good acting chops at pretending to feel bad. She ran back to get her purse but Meg was already holding it out for her on one finger of her no longer bloody hand. 

"Sorry, I was talking with some friends from high school, we got distracted." She hung her purse back over her chair and fixed her hair. Steve reached over and fixed her necklace since the clasp moved down to the ruby. He left his hand at the back of her neck and played with her hair.

"We were worried for you. You could have been sick."

"Nope, just distracted." Steve made a small motion alluding to smoking to which she nodded subtly. Sharon hummed, probably in disapproval. "We got carried away in conversation is all."

"Well, good thing you're back now and you missed that man's horrid order. Anything over medium is a travesty to steak."

"I know!" In her head y/n added 'finally, something we agree on,' "Every time I hear someone order that a part of me wants to go into the kitchen and ask the chef just to not make it."

"Exactly, if you can't understand that it cooks out all the flavor, you don't deserve a good steak."

"They just don't get it."

***

"Thank you for dinner, I had an amazing time."

"Oh of course dear, we'll have to do it again some time." Mrs. Harrington and both of them gave the same look to their man over the other's shoulder.

Y/n waved to Meg on the way out and raised a 'wait a minute' finger at Angelina.

Once Steve turned the car on to get the heat going she told him to wait. "Why?"

"Did you see how much he tipped?! That was hardly 15 percent of the wine alone. And yeah, I'm a little conflicted because she made my life miserable, and gave me a litany of trust issues that persist to this day, in regards to my relationships. But more about that later. Now, I've decided to forgive her, she apologized in the bathroom. Gave me a cigarette." She pulled a few bills out of her purse, "I'll be so fast." She ran full speed back into the restaurant while he watched.

"Here, I'm sorry he was rude." She quickly kissed her cheek. "I forgive you and I don't know if you remember but all my friends fuckin' ditched me so here's my number."

"Thank you." Angelina put the money and note in her apron pocket. Y/n turned around and smiled then ran just as fast back to the car.

***

Y/n was in her pajamas, uncharacteristically short shorts and a cropped tank top, when she heard a sound from her backyard. She thought it could just be an animal so she went back to stirring her tea and reading. Half a paragraph later she heard it again, closer. She got up from her couch and went into the closet to grab her sword, a gift from her grandma one year, and went to look outside. She heard another sound followed by a voice and a knock. She tensed before she opened the door and she lowered the blade. “Oh good, I thought you were a murderer,” she stepped out of the way to let Steve in.

“Why do you have a sword?! Were you gonna slice me with your sword?!”

“My grandma got it for my birthday one year and nooo I would not have sliced you because I love you too much and also because it’s blunt see,” she ran her finger up and down the side. “Meant for whacking rather than slicing, or bludgeoning actually. Aren’t you cold? Come in.” She pulled him inside by his jacket sleeve.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No, I was drinking hot tea on my nice warm couch and not expecting any guests. Not that you’re unwelcome. Sit down, d’you want any tea?”

“Uh yeah what kind?”

“I have a lot, come look.” He stood right behind her and looked at everything from over her shoulder.

"Is the chamomile good?"

"Mhm, you want that one?"

"Sure." She reached way up to get it but he put a hand on her waist and reached over her head to get it. Her breath caught in her chest when he handed it to her.

"Thank you," She quickly turned away to the electric kettle, embarrassed at how weak her voice came out and trying to hide the heat rising to her cheeks.

He leaned his hip against the counter with his arms crossed, watching how she focused on filling the water and measuring the perfect amount of loose tea. "You haven't asked why I'm here."

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to."

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know, but you can stay as long as you want. There's some clothes of yours in my room."

She kept looking at the kettle, waiting for the switch to flick back up. He wrapped an arm around her waist and turned her into himself. "D'you wanna stay?" she asked into his neck, running her hands up and down his back. 

He only nodded in response, "I'm so tired but I missed you."

"I missed you too. But usually you can make it through a whole night."

"I know, but I felt bad about dinner."

"It went better than I thought it was going to."

"Yeah, I guess. But you weren't there when they started comin at me." She pulled back but kept her hands on his waist.

"What'd they say?"

"My dad was saying I need to 'look at my life' and the people I spend my time with. So we were five seconds from 'You could have come to work for me, but you couldn't even get into tech.' Before my mom was like 'I'm gonna go find y/n.' As if she wasn't just like 'I think maybe you're rushing into things Steve.'" They both ignored the kettle and kept holding each other.

"Ok, well ignoring your freakishly good impression of your parents. You know they're wrong, right?"

"I know, but at the same time I think they could be right. Not my mom though! She's definitely wrong about you."

"Oh, good. But still, I understand. It's hard to ignore what you've been told for so long." He nodded and neither of them said anything else about it for the night.

They had their tea and watched a rerun and a half of Cheers before Steve fell half asleep and all onto y/n.

"Steve?"

"Hm."

"You gotta get up. You're gonna fuck up your back if you sleep like this." He sat back up and when she stood to put the mugs in the sink he made grabby hands at her.

"So tired."

"I know, come on." She held out a hand for him to grab and turned around so his arms were over her shoulders and she led him to bed.

"Good night, I love you." She traced a finger down his nose and he scrunched up his face.

"I love you."

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[itsjustpoopeh]

i think a lot of y’all forgot (or never acknowledged) that this was buck’s subconscious, not an actual alternate universe

like, were some of the choices ick? he fixed bobby? his absence means eddie lost his son? yeah, that’s self-centered as hell

idk if y’all have noticed tho, but one of the running themes of evan buckley’s character is that sometimes he thinks the world revolves around him and he’s a catastrophizer. if bad shit happens it’ll be the worst shit and it’s his fault. coma hen even acknowledged it so he knows it! *that’s what that was about*

like, *obviously* in the real world that’s not what would have happened. bobby would have either relapsed and lost his job or relapsed and gotten better and kept his job. dead bobby is a streeeetch. eddie would have just quit being a firefighter if he had to, or figured out another childcare solution. that was about a fear that eddie had that was communicated to buck bc they’re friends. coma buck is catastrophizing like crazy

and describing eddie as angry? yeah, there’s issues there, but most of those issues are being projected because of how fandom and fanfic tends to treat his character. let’s not pretend that eddie did not canonically join a gd fight club after losing someone he loved, literally nearly killed a dude, and ended up in therapy about it, okay? an eddie in a 118 that isn’t such a nosy ass family isn’t going to open up to them the way it’s taken real world eddie *five fucking years* to do, so to outsiders he’s just going to be That Angry Guy

did i want more eddie in the episode? well that man is my number 3 main behind Hen Wilson and Athena Grant so obviously. do i think there should have been more eddie in the episode? yes, actually. i think this would have benefited from being a two parter tbh. they should have cut down a lot of the unearned redemption of the gd birth parents (both buckley and han editions) since they were never going to have them apologize or hold themselves accountable. but also *we all knew this show was always going to treat them that way*

and none of this, btw, required post-mortem interviews and intensive analysis. i almost never read post-mortems and haven’t read any for this episode. it’s just... consistent with his character so far and therefore didn’t even ping my radar.

christ, as much as i hate to admit it even the treatment of his parents is consistent with his character, i just don’t like it and wish he’d learn he deserves better. like, yes, this show does a lot of stupid, inconsistent shit. i just don’t think there was as much of that in this episode as y’all are claiming

#911 fox #911 spoilers #y'all be making me tired #i wish television without pity was still around #it should be required reading for media analysis #like a lot of the angst on the dash is subverted expectations #but the expectations were never based on reality #don't y'all get tired?

[realhankmccoy]

tu quoque -- with my metaphors mirrored and 'smarter than tho' used literally actually anything to do with the word 'smart' (i know I've said this 100 times about 'smart', kids but that word is so goddamn systemic and overused) anyhow these are tactics of a conservative, ho hum William F. Buckley Jr. know-nothing fare dime a dozen typical American responses some people just turn out to have way less vision, heart and originality than you had suspected when you actually look with a logical mind instead of your wishful thinking and friendly intent but that's typical in the USA too.

absolutely it is painful shrieking on the operating table as the droids recommence to give it new life, medicate the seared skin and scars, and append newly robotic limbs and a suit of black armour to encase the white corpus, but no longer my problem, let the youth of the future figure it out because the wheels of fate churn ever onward. so much less to ROCK in the USA than it seems. to name just one example, the way Americans think they 'speak' another language or became Hindu. no you didn't, lol. like you're 3 hours into the program cuz you can't break away from the tv or the mirror long enough. make no mistake, kids, Americans are known as some of the biggest assholes in the world for a reason -- but it also depends on where you go. If you go to Germany, it's like: who the heck are the Germans to make that decision, lol? Germany needs to stop being an asshole to Germany before it thinks it is ready to smack America down. Deffo a country with rudeness issues. It's also difficult for these people in foreign countries to sort of tactfully say that we're a nation full of assholes.

that's the problem i run into dealing with my dad. Ok, so you're my biological father, but you're a huge asshole who's only ever been an asshole and let loose and fired first and gotten all those cartoon smirks on your face, and you're adamant than I'm INJUN JOE, the sole problem, and very very dangerous.

what do you do? lick the abusive hand, or say um, tactfully politely and with respect, you're a liar, manipulator, spoiled brat and huge asshole?

sort of a no win situation so he's on pause, being family -- these people just brainwash themselves into thinking I'm some evil deviant criminal scum full of a grab bag of shifty tricks cuz they're dumb -- anyhow, it's not like I get money or shelter from the guy and haven't had a relationship since the 00s so there's no reward to just see him face to face and take abuse.

anyhow, I feel it's much like how somebody from, say, France or Sweden would want to say 'Americans, you're the problem, but we don't want to be a huge jerk about it' and how do you do that?

I mean, I know the way a French socialist or Finnish socialist has done that with me, but I'm a nice guy on their page. I'm not the sort of huge asshole in question who needs to be de-Trumpified, de-patriarched and de-conservative'd.

So, fuck if I know how they do it with those people. I know how Greta Thunberg does it, but how would a Swede or Frenchman converse with say, that MAKE ME A BURRITO BITCH guy in the MAGA hat raging out on the southern border? The point is probably moot cuz my book on emotionally immature parents said there is absolutely no fixing my dad. Since he's back on the silent treatment kick, which my book and every clinical psychologist I've talked to said is the sort of thing only emotionally immature people engage in, I don't have to worry about it. It kind of looms on my mind for 2023 though or 2024.

The American is always aiming towards something better. People are toys to 'em. There's a better toy coming out next month, just like there's a better video game coming.

The American values not writing unless it's in the form of a product, a completed little fiction, even better if sold for $ and on the shelf. Like my dad always says, it's a shame I haven't written a book... a real shame, such a bad boy am I. Oh, daddy dumbass, I write a book a night sometimes lately. You have no idea in your dumb world of shelter provided by others and bully boy entitlement. Meanwhile, the American will never catch up to a 12 yr old girl in Athens, Greece on all the metrics that anybody sane would care about: languages, grace, culture, perception, kindness, sweetness, mental health, love (and someday, I'm sure, sex), cooking, history as more than something to inject into the temporary present for dominion purposes.

[pappydaddy]

Oblivious (r.b.)

A/N: Another request down! This one is another Robin request. It's a bit longer than the last one I posted, but it's a bit dry unfortunately. I tried to make it like my other longer fics, but I just felt like this is was meant to be this length. I threw in a funny scene in the end. Anywho, I hope you like it lovely anon💛, I really tried to do your request justice (I loved it btw).

P.S: Not proofread yet. I'm gonna go over all my fics in these upcoming fics to proofread and I will do this fic then

TV Show/Movie: Stranger Things

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Byers!Reader

Stranger Things/Robin Taglist: N/A

Requested

Warnings: Fluff, a parent being obvious, getting caught getting hot and heavy the backseat. Pretty short in length.

Note: Not proofread yet. I'm gonna go over all my fics in these upcoming fics to proofread and I will do this fic then

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The cool night breeze rolled in through Y/N Byers’ open window as she and Robin laid in her bed. Late Summer nights spent in bed with her girlfriend were Y/N’s favourite. Having their legs tangled together, their arms holding each other close as they lightly traced random shapes on each other. It was true bliss in her eyes. “You think your mom is back with the movie yet?” Robin broke the comfortable silence with a whisper. Y/N shrugged, pulling her hand away from where it was playing with Robin’s short hair.

“We would have heard her car so probably not,” She answered, shifting as she propped her elbow up. Robin automatically rolled onto her back, gazing up at Y/N with big blue eyes that sparkled in the silver moonlight, the sounds of frogs and crickets filling the silent room again as they enjoyed the company of each other. “Steve is probably taking forever to lock up the store and she’s probably waiting for him to leave so we don’t start without him.” She hypothesized, looking down at Robin again.

Robin hummed, nodding as she pictured Steve fumbling around with his keys, trying each one to figure out which one locked the store door. “He can never remember which key goes to what. We should get him a label maker so he can label them.” She suggested making Y/N snort out a laugh, flopping on her back, untangling themselves from each other completely.

“Are we really going to be that couple that gives friends stationary for presents,” She asked, lulled her head to the side to gaze at Robin who shrugged, pulling a face that asked her why they couldn’t be. “Because those couples are the boring couple that never get invited to any parties people actually want to have fun at.” She answered Robin’s silent question.”

“Fair point.” Robin agreed just as Y/N’s bedroom door opened. The two girls pulled themselves up, looking at the door as Joyce popped her head in.

“Sorry to interrupt girls night, but Steve is here with the movies and I got the snacks, come on out to the living room.” She told them, leaving the door open as she disappeared down the hall, getting Jonathan from his room. Silently, the girls rolled off Y/N’s bed and shuffled out into the living room, being greeted by Steve and Will placing bowls of chips and popcorn on the coffee table that already had a display of soda and water sitting on it.

“Hey, Dingus,” Robin greets Steve as she brushed past him to sit on the couch. “Will.” She nodded at the younger boy, slapping hands with him in a greeting as he sat beside her.

“Hi, Robin.” Steve breathed out, taking a seat in the armchair, cracking open a can of soda, taking a drink. Y/N stepped over his sprawled-out legs, plunking herself down on the other side of Robin, her feet kicking up to rest on her lap comfortably.

“Where are the other kids?” Y/N wondered, looking over her shoulder at Steve as he sat his open soda down, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

“Dustin is sick, Max is busy being grounded, Lucas is sulking being Max is grounded, and Mike is at a family dinner with his grandparents,” Steve listed off the location of each kid easily. Making Robin laugh. “What?” Steve asked with furrowed brows as he grabbed a chip, crunching on it instantly before wiping his hands on his jeans, bouncing his knee.

“Oh nothing, it’s just that you’re such a mom.” Robin made fun of him, her hands resting on Y/N’s ankles as Joyce walked back in with Jonathan in tow looking like he just woke up from a nap, the pair sitting on the other couch.

“So, Steve,” Joyce started, reaching for two sodas, handing one to Jonathan. Robin reached over, collecting three and placed them in her lap. “What movie is first?” She asked as Y/N and Will each plucked a can from Robin’s lap, opening them at the same time, both cans hissing loudly.

“Have no idea, let Will pick-”

“Rawhead Rex!” Will interrupted excitedly, shocking Joyce since she obviously hadn’t picked that one up.

“Wiliam Byers, did you pick that up without me knowing?”

“No, please, I don’t like scary movies!” Joyce and Y/N said at the same time.

“Which is exactly why I didn’t pick any scary movies, mister.” Joyce told Will in a semi-scolding manner.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll protect you from the scary movie.” Robin looked over at her, her tone somewhat teasingly. Joyce cooed at this, tilting her head slightly.

“Aw, you two are so cute together,” She sighed longingly. “Wish I had had someone like that in high school.”

____

“I’m heading out for a date mom,” Y/N announced as she walked down the hall from her room, slinging her purse over her shoulder. Joyce opened her bedroom door, popping her head out just as Y/N was about to walk past, scarring her daughter. “Jesus mom,” She exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest as her heart tried to calm down. “You scared me! I thought you were in the kitchen!”

“Sorry dear,” She apologized, opening her door all the way and stepping out of her room all dressed up. Y/N furrowed her brows at her mom’s appearance. She was awfully dressy for a night home alone. Parting her lips as she followed her mother into the living room, she went to say something but Joyce interrupted. “You said you were going on a date, but I don’t see a car.” She pointed out as she looked out the window.

“I’m actually driving tonight.” Y/N explained before opening her mouth the ask her mother about her plans for the night.

“How progressive,” Joyce smiled, turning to face her daughter again, clasping her hands together. “I love a good feminist moment, you have fun on your date and tell me all about it when you get home.”

“So I can have the car,” Y/N asked tentatively. She had assumed that her mother would take the night to relax as this would be the first night in years she has to be home alone. Joyce nodded, looking at her daughter oddly as she tossed the car keys towards her from the bowl by the door. “You don’t have plans? You seem like you do.” Y/N pressed, not wanting to ruin her mother’s plans.

“Oh, I do have plans, I have a date.” Joyce confirmed as if it was nothing. Y/N sputtered, taken aback by this information and how nonchalantly her mother just disclosed it. She watched her mother walk into the kitchen as if it was any other day.

“If you have a date then you need the car, I’ll figure out how to work around not having a car right now-” Y/N rushed into the kitchen behind her, holding the keys out to Joyce who shook her head, pushing her hand away and cutting her off.

“No, I don’t need the car, he’s picking me up here, you go on your date with the car and have fun!” Joyce told her, grabbing Y/N’s shoulders and forcing her to turn around.

“But, this is your first date since Bob died. Do you want me to stay home in case you need to bail? What if something goes wrong and you can’t reach me or Hopper? What if this guy is secretly a mad scientist connected to the Upside Down? What if he’s just a horrible person-” Y/N rambled, fighting against her mother’s hold as she pushed her towards the door.

“Trust me, Y/N,” Joyce started, opening the front door as Y/N continued to ramble off scenarios that could possibly go wrong. “None of that is going to be an issue. I know this guy, you know this guy. He is perfectly safe and I will be fine. Besides, this isn’t even our first date.”

“Mom-” She tried to say something but was cut off by her own mother all but pushing her out of the house. She let out a shriek, stumbling along the porch.

“Go on your date, Y/N and don’t come back until your date is finished.” Joyce warned, closing and locking the front door. Her face was glaring at Y/N through one of the small windows at the top of their door, almost daring her not to go on the date. Huffing, Y/N turned on her heel and headed off to the car.

____

Joyce’s mysterious date had been pushed into the back of Y/N’s mind the second she saw Robin open her front door. Now, it wasn’t even a thought in her head, all her mind could focus on was the way she felt as Robin’s lips traced down her neck, pecking and sucking as they went. Airy moans left her mouth as she squirmed under her girlfriend, her nearly bare back rubbing against the cold backseat of the car. “Oh god-” She whimpered as Robin’s lips travelled lower, dancing dangerously along the cup of her bra, her fingertips just barely slipping under the underwire. “Oh god!” She gasped when her eyes fluttered open after seeing the flash of red and blue hues on her eyelids.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” Robin pulled her lips from Y/N breast, looking up at her flirtatiously thinking her exclamation was from pleasure, not fear. Her face fell when she noted the wideness of Y/N’s eyes and flashing lights reflecting off her glistening face.

“That’s fucking Hopper,” Y/N hissed as they both scrambled to sit up, Y/N’s arms crossed over her bra-clad chest. They both tried to squint through the fogged-up back windshield, seeing two figures getting out of the car, the beam of a flashlight clicking on. “Shit, where is my shirt?” She panicked, looking around until Robin threw it at her.

“Duck,” Robin pushed Y/N and herself down as the beam of the flashlight swept over the back window. Grunting, Y/N tried to wiggle around and pull the shirt over her head as Robin watched the beam of light. “He’s looking in the woods, let’s crawl out the front seats!” Robin ushered her, letting her crawl over the console first.

“Something tells me we’re not gonna make it to the front seat,” Y/N trailed off as her eyes squinted at the brightness of the flashlight pointed right at her through the driver’s side window. “Hi, Hop,” She smiled, waving awkwardly. In response, Hopper simply pulled the backseat door open, revealing Joyce standing there, looking confused. “Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you were out on a date?” Y/N froze, her knee digging uncomfortably into the middle console.

“I am on my date, we were heading to the restaurant after the movie when we saw the car looking abandoned.” Joyce explained.

“Your date was with Hopper? You’re dating Hopper?” Y/N asked, shocked as she crawled out of the backseat, Robin following closely.

“You didn’t know that?” Robin asked her as if it was obvious.

“No!”

“Your date was with Robin?” Joyce ignored the two girls, her brows furrowed.

“You didn’t know they were dating?” Hopper looked at Joyce as he pointed his finger at the pair.

“No idea.” Joyce shook her head.

“You two are really oblivious. Everyone knew both of these things,” Hopper informed them with a laugh, earning two glares from Y/N and Joyce. “Well, anyway, we’ve got a reservation-”

“Wait,” Joyce interrupted him. “I thought you guys were just friends-” Joyce pointed to Y/N and Robin who both shrugged sheepishly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked her daughter, slightly embarrassed for not realizing and a bit let down that she didn’t tell her.

“I thought you knew.”

“Well, now that I do know, I want to get to know Robin as your girlfriend so would you guys like to accompany us to our dinner reservations?” Joyce asked, her eyes wide as she hoped her daughter would say yes. She always knew that she liked girls, but she had no idea they were dating.

“Only if I get to drill Hopper with questions to make sure he’s good enough for you.” Y/N playfully glared at Hopper, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Deal.” Joyce nodded firmly.

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